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"Look! Look at this... handsome boy," Dream cooed, shifting at George's Minecraft character. His face heated up as he watched Dream's character run away to prepare for the next Championship game.

George immediately closed down the others stream, hand raised to cover his face. Crap.

"Uhm, anyways..." he trailed off, listening to his team talking, hyping them up for the game as well.

But George's mind was elsewhere.

He had a dream. He had Dream. In his arms, just him and Dream against the world. Too bad their world was made up.

He remembered how Dream would press against him, making him feel whole, feel safe.

He was scared of that. He didn't want that. He thought he did, but he doesn't.

His dream was a nightmare. Dream was his nightmare.

~ • ~

"Ohhh, George~! C'mere!"

You would've thought that focusing on a game that meant life or death, in a game, would've been enough to distract you, but no. It was almost like Dream liked saying George's name. Like he liked how easily it rolled off his tongue, how safe one word sounded, how it reminded him of chocolate.

And George knew it. And Sapnap knew it. And Ant knew it. Everyone suspected it, and George knew it.

He knew that Dream's flirts weren't meaningless. He knew that Dream meant what he said, about how he loved the colourblind boy. He knew that Dream loved spending time with him, staying up late to talk for no reason, coding and not even talking, even just staring at him during stream.

If the love wasn't one-sided, why did he not want him..?

~ • ~

Soft clothing pressing against one another. Warm skin. Beautiful chartreuse eyes staring into his chocolate brown ones. Giddy laughter ringing through the room, full of love, truthful and unfiltered.

Golden light flowing between curtains, and gliding over pale skin. Hands intertwining, soft chaste kisses pressed to chapped lips, warmth spreading up from his chest.

Nothing dared ruin the moment.

Until brown eyes closed, opening again to an empty room. Walls grey, the sunlight dim and emotionless, a cold feeling seeping into George's house, his stomach plummeting, anxiety crawling up from the pit of emptiness.

He shouldn't be thinking this-- Correction, he didn't want to be thinking about this.

The only light, a blue gleam with alienoid shades, coming from his computer, was turned off.

~ • ~

"Sapnap... Did you tell George?"

"No, you made me promise not to. Remember?"

Clay bit his lip nervously, moving his mouse so his in-game character ran around killing everything in its path. "Why has he been avoiding me then?"

"Dream, he hasn't been online at all; he's not just avoiding you, and it's not all about you anyways." He had a point. "But listen, I don't think it's because of you, okay? He might not want me telling you this, but he likes you too. Maybe he's just confused."

Golden eyelashes fluttered with confusion. What? His first instinct was to leave the call, and grab his phone to call George. But... If he needs time, then I can wait. A small smile played on his lips. I have all my life.

~ • ~

A phone waited patiently, having witnessed its owner stare at it for the past hour.

Scenarios repeated themselves in George's head, playing like a music disk on a record player. Except these songs weren't here to inspire, more to scare than make happy.

Because he could. He could tell Dream, he could tell Clay; he loved both. And he had, in a way. The dream would've been such an accurate representation to what would happen, a déjà vu at best. George had a choice. He knew it all, he knew what would happen, so why wouldn't he do it again?

He sighed, an almost invisible mist escaping his mouth and into the frigid room. He could say something different. He might.

He could feel the dread creeping up from his feet, which suffered the most from the cold, but he didn't care. He cared about Dream, and Dream cared about him.

Why is this so hard?

But being in a relationship could change the way he thought. Others could change the way he thought. George could wake up with Dream's legs wrapped around him, and be completely dependent on his partner.

Eyebrows furrowed, hands clenched, George tore his gaze away from his phone, and left the bedroom, stepping into a ray of gold light.

Part of him wanted to look back at his room, and recording room, debating whether this was for the better.

Another part of him wanted to drop the topic.

Back and forth, back and forth, unable to decide. But, in the end, he left. Slowly, the feeling of something weighing him down lifted, not worrying about whether people would cry about his absence, or not, even if they were right there.

if any of you are confused, poor gogy is scared to be in a relationship :/

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